My student's my future husband?
Ep Bonus. Destiny Love (3)

I still need you

I still care about you

Though everything's been said and done

I still feel you

Like I'm right beside you

But still no word from you

The song I Still from a legendary American boyband spins from a random music playlist tuned by Patricia from her mobile phone. Why does he remember Ridho, a song that fits his heart so well?

This afternoon they will meet again, Ridho will take him for a walk. Although Patricia does not know where Ridho will take her. But he agreed to his invitation.

Patricia was wearing a salem blouse suit with beige leather pants and a matching abstract patterned scarf hijab. He got off with his elevator, after Ridho told him that the man was already in front of the hotel courtyard. With a pounding heart, Patricia moved her legs outwards. Never had he pounded like that before with any man, except Ridho, whose current status had become a widower.

The man with shortcut hair was standing leaning beside his car door. He looks handsome in a navy suit and jeans. Her widened lips summed up a smile as Patricia appeared before her. Ridho opened the car door for her.

“Thank you,” said Patricia entered the car.

The car drove to Ancol Beach.

Day to afternoon it feels very hot, especially both of them walking on the beach side treading sticky grains of sand. The waves looked calm, although they were still chasing each other. The birds are flying in the wood of the pier. Small boats swayed in small waves and winds. This view reminds both of Lake Michigan, although the weather in Chicago is much fresher and cooler.

“What's your plan after this?” asked Ridho as the two set foot on the wood of the pier.

“Back to London, and do business, of course!” answer Patricia.

Ridho smiled.

“You have a lot of potential, I'm sure you will succeed as a Muslim designer!” puji Ridho's.

“Hopefully only.”

“You alone?” Patricia asked back.

“I want to move on from all my sad feelings,” replied Ridho looking at the sea beside him.

“How to?” patricia looked at the man.

Ridho lowered his head while smiling lightly. He stopped his steps when he reached the end of the pier, looking at the sky that was reflecting in the sea, so that it looked sparkling.

“I don't know, but should I say this? After I lied to my feelings in the beginning,” bright Ridho made Patricia frown not understand.

“What do you mean?”

Ridho took a breath and then exhaled a long one. He bowed for a while, then turned his body to Patricia.

“Do you want to help me?” tanya Ridho looked at Patricia for a moment, then looked back down.

“Help what?” patricia did not understand.

“Helps to bring back my life and feelings for you,” replied Ridho bowed down, like there was regret there.

DEG. Patricia's heart splashed into the sea in shock. Did his ears hear wrong? Did Ridho ever have feelings for her first?

“I know, this surprises you. There's one thing you should probably know, that after the kiss, my feelings for you grew, but I couldn't make it grow any bigger.”

“Is it because I'm a non-Muslim?” tanya Patricia increased her intonation.

Ridho nodded slowly.

Patricia chuckles. “I know you hold your life principles so strongly. So I appreciate it. But it seems like I can't help you at the moment,” Patricia replied without making small talk.

This time it was Ridho who chuckled. Then his face turned to the sky, putting his hands in his pocket.

“So yeah? In that case, forgive me for all my regrets ending this second!” said Ridho stared fixedly at the face of Patricia who was downcast.

“You never had anything wrong with me. You have forgiven me for what I did at that time. So we're already breakeven. But I'll forgive you, if you keep forcing.”

“Thank you!” ridho replied quietly, then passed from before the woman. Her heart was broken, perhaps this was also what Patricia felt back then when she preferred Namira over the woman. He realized he was too selfish, but if Patricia had shown interest in Islam he might have been with him at this time, and guided him to become a convert. The man was upset with himself, thinking of himself as a hypocrite who wanted two women. What kind of man is that, he keeps on cursing himself.

Meanwhile, Patricia stood stunned as she looked at Ridho's back who was walking down. He asked his own heart, is this what he wants? While his heart was shouting the name of the man, who had been driven out of his heart for almost a year.

Ridho's status opens up opportunities for his feelings to re-enter. Moreover, the man had already asked for it himself, but somehow his ego held him back. Does he want to take revenge for his feelings that were not conveyed? It takes a lot of time to think about this.

Patricia walked in the footsteps of Ridho who was already far ahead of him. With a raging mind and a chaotic heart, he looked at the sea view.

“You want to go home?” asked Ridho after waiting for Patricia to get nearby.

“As far as you are,” the answer is lethargic.

Patricia nodded slowly.

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Green clumps envelop almost all the pusara neatly lined up in one of the tomb parks in Jakarta City. The sun had almost sunk, leaving a tinge of orangeity along with gray in the vast sky.

Ridho put a few stalks of flowers that are as tasty as night above his wife's grave.Hati back slashing when his memory passed to four months ago. His wife's screams when she was bleeding rang out again in her mind, making the man's eyes glaze over and then dripping with tears.

That made Patricia sad. Ridho's love for Namira must have been sincere, but it was a pity that the man only tasted it for a lifetime of corn, leaving deep sorrow in his heart.

Patricia prayed for her late friend. Although Patricia knew Namira for a while, but the woman also helped her introduce Islam, so her heart and life are now much better. Patricia took her tissue, and then thrust it on a man who was not ashamed to cry in front of a woman.

“Ah, sorry!” said Ridho, opening his eyes.

“You're fragile once, Ridho! Be strong and live your life better. I'm sure Namira doesn't want you to keep crying like this. Isn't that Namira?” patricia asked Namira's navel in front of her. While Ridho looked at the woman.

Patricia leaned over and squatted down on the side of Namira's grave, wiping the tombstone bearing her friend's name.

“Namira... can I help your man improve his life?”

Ridho gasped with Patricia's words.

“Can I continue happiness for him?” patricia asked again with tears in her eyes, then looked at the face of Ridho who had been looking at her since.

“Can I?”

“Pat...” says Ridho smiles full day.

Patricia smiling.

“I want you to repeat your question in front of Namira airport!” patricia stood up.

“Good...”.

Ridho took a breath.

“Patricia, would you marry me?” asked Ridho with teary eyes.

Silent. However, Patricia nodded steadily.

“You should meet my papaku!” he said, making the lips of both of them smile wide.

Living in a world so cold

You are there to warm my soul

You came to mend a broken heart

You have my life a brand new start and now

I'm in love

You look my heart away

When my whole world was gray

You gave me everything

And a little bit more

And when it's cold at night

And you sleep by my side

You came the meaning of my life

Holding your hand

I won't fear tomorrow

Here where we stand

We'll never be alone

[You Took My Heart Away - MLTR]

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The love story of Ridho, Namira, and Patricia's triangle is finally finished:')